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"Huh?" Dumbly perhaps but... following.

"Y... no??" He shakes his head, then nods, then blurts out, "I am a liar but I am not a thief and I do not want to steal any hairs, honest."

The sidhe looks to Adam and taps her foot impatiently. "Do you translate for him?"

"Uh. No? I.... He's not here for anything. He just ... he just wanted to see the.... Lord?"

"He just wanted to see him." Gently, for Connor's sake.

The knight eyes them both... then finally nods. She paces back and forth a bit, her boots making clicking sounds with every turn. "It is appropriate to send word before an official visit. I would trust that your guardian would teach you as much, but maybe it is difficult for your kith to understand. Or maybe this is a jest. But I will not take offense." This last, offered like a gift, somewhat patronizing.

Adam seems to be focused to some extent on the heels clicking.......

"It... official?"

The sidhe settles back, getting bored with this. "Linnea, have them taken..." and a knock.

Unfreezing as though on a signal, the troll steps over to open the door. "The Chancellor is meeting with Visitors."

IT's like a mirror, with slightly altered reflections!

"These folk came to retrieve them." Says the Officer.

"You'd best do so, she's still in a good humor." From the Guard within.

And a somewhat petulant call from inside. "Either in or out, Linnea. Leave the mews open and the falcons will fly."

Dagmar waits, stoically.

Gerd looks resolved resolute, and seems even pleasant

The door is opened wider, and Danica requests, "Chancellor, these two are from Rivervale come to retrieve the childling and his vassal."

And then she quickly steps back out of the way, gesturing urgently for Dagmar and Gerd to clear a path as well. A bow as the sidhe steps out, glancing over the three trolls, one she knows, two she does not. "Dame Calanthe." Danica murmurs, gaze downward.

A grateful side glance to Dancia but brief and Gerd bows to the Ailil. Having no title sometimes sucks in a noble hold.

Dagmar keeps her gaze steady.

And this... a flicker of interest as Dagmar catches her eye. "Have we met?"

Connor shakes free of his daze within, and peers out. "Gerd! Dagmar! Mirror ladies!"

"Uh.....Dude." To Connor, suggesting he might chill?

"I do not think so. Dame Dagmar Hammerstrike ap Gwydion, Knight of Rivervale."

And Connor realizes he might be in Trouble, and he gives Gerd a guilty look, slinking back a bit.

The sidhe's eyes widen a touch, and a small smile. She offers a hand. "Dame Calanthe Falkoner ap Ailil, Knight and Chancellor of Silverwolf. Well met. So you are the falcon who has stirred up his interest."

"Connor...." Adam mutters, backing up to 'support' the pupboy.

Connor whispers up at Adam, not all that quiet. "But there are TWO of them! They should meet Lut and Tig!"

"Gerd Hornshield," Gerd says , she looks over at Connor and nods kindly to him.

"I am a bit uncertain as to why. But so it seems." She takes the hand.

Connor looks at Gerd, his ears drooped, and eyes large, the repentant pup showing in his drooped tail... a tiny wag as she nods. Maybe he's not going to get tossed in the lake...

"And are you the falconer in duties as well as name? I see the gauntlet..."

The sidhe knight gives a firm shake. "Indeed. I handle the mews of Silverwolf on behalf of dear Aiden. He spends so much time with his horses and hounds" was that a flicker of a glance at Connor? "I fear he hasn't yet acknowledged the clear superiority of the hunters of the air. Were you to come to Midsummer, you'd see my firedrakes fly... there is nothing quite like the show they can put on at dusk, rivaling the very sunset."

"It's unfortunate that circumstances don't allow for that."

"Count Hemlock is throwing his own Midsummer event," Gerd nods in agreement with Dagmar

"True, that is a shame. Mayhaps I'll bring Celeritas and Audatia with me to Pennons, if my schedule allows. It has been some time since I have visited Count Hemlock."

A sigh. "But then again, I am the only thing keeping this place from falling to bits in the Baron's absence." A shake of her head. Her hair bounces like a silken black and iridescent wave to Adam's eyes...

"...Speed and Valor?"

And she gives a smile to Dagmar. "Just so. Do you hawk?"

Adam stares.....

"I know there are hawking events at Bergen's Pennons, and I've watched some. But no, I haven't hawked. Horses and hounds, here."

"They are magnificent, though."

And another smile - this one, seeming more genuine. "Then you must see my own. Consider it an invitation from myself to you, Dame Dagmar..." A glance askance at Connor. "With, one would hope, advance notice so that we can properly plan for a visit."

And Connor ducks his head, chastened by that lovely one.

"I will need to speak to my Baroness to make sure it can work around my duties at home..."

And there is that Pooka again, she dances into view and sinks into a curtsey so low and so deep that she must have ballet training. "Ladyhawke, Ladyhawke, where have you been? The wash is on the table and dinner in the tub. I do not know what to do!" Her voice plaintive.

Gerd says "Connor, did you thank Adam for his help?"

Adam puts himself in front of the childling.... granted, in front of the ladies, but!

"Uh."

Dame Calanthe straightens up. "Can you not handle ONE thing without my guidance? I swear!" Annoyance evident in her tone. She turns back and says dismissively, "One of the stewards will see that you have refreshments before you are on your way. Until next time, nephew." And she marches off.

Is that a wink from the rabbit? It's hard to tell, before she slips away, twirling and prancing on delicate toetips in the Knight's wake.

"I do appreciate the invitation, but - Gwydion, I don't want to make a promise I can't deliver on."

And a nod to Dagmar. "Just so. We will meet again." And she is off.

Eyebrow.

"Uhhhh...."

A nod to the departing sidhe.

A soft snort from Danica - or was it Linnea? One of the trolls is amused - once the knight is out of earshot.

"I'm not very hungry myself" Gerd says but does shoot the rabbit a grateful look

A soft exhale of relief with the sidhe gone.